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Ten Things About Me | #lifeunmasked
I’m attending a blogging conference in a couple of weeks to learn more about the back end (I almost wrote backside) of blogging and creative writing. The best part will be meeting some of the great people I’ve spoken with online. I’ve done this a few times now – met people in real life after…
Read MoreA Slice of Real Life: Unmasked
Every once in awhile, my words run out. The last few days I’ve poured them out spoken and written. Today, I find myself empty, resting, waiting on the refilling that always comes. So for today’s life: unmasked, I’ll just share a few photos of real life. Welcome to life: unmasked, a blog link-up encouraging us…
Read MoreThe One Time I’m Happy About My Husband’s Business Trip (Plus Me in *Front* of the Camera)
My husband took a business trip last week, which normally would propel me into manic-single-parent mode. But not this time! My fabulous in-laws agreed to take the kids for us (#500), so I launched into manic parents-leaving-kids-behind-during-the-school-year mode. It was totally worth it when my husband loaded up the car and threw my bags in…
Read MoreSaturday Evening Blog Post, September 2011
Today I’m joining Elizabeth Esther’s monthly link-up “The Saturday Evening Blog Post.” It’s a chance to highlight our favorite post from the previous month. I’m highlighting two posts this month, one I wrote and a guest post my husband wrote (cuz I’m sweet like that and his biggest fan and pretty much love everything he…
Read MoreNever Out of Weapons (life: unmasked)
The fall-blue sky wore clouds like a toddler’s curls. The air was cool, the breeze whispering good riddance to the heavy steam of summer. Gifts and decor scattered about the back seat for afternoon’s birthday celebration. Suitcases waited to be packed for an anniversary getaway just a few days later. But she sobbed as she…
Read MoreJesus in the Fog ~ life: unmasked
The fog flowed between the hilltops like ocean foam surrounding a sand castle. Our bus weaved around green contours and as I leaned out to see where the road led, sure enough, the crease in the hillside leaned down under the blinding cotton. I’m a flatland-dweller. I can’t climb out of a fog bank without…
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